With Christmas around the corner (it’s really not but everyone seems to think it is), it’s time for shopping and gift giving. Since, I spend a significant amount of time with these kids, I tell my mother that she isn’t allowed to get any loud toys. Usually, she does well. However, someone else always gets my brother or sister a loud toy or musical instrument. You know those family members, the ones who go through the toy aisle pressing every button trying to find the most annoying. Then you watch your kids open it, fall in love with it, and you look at them like, “Thanks..” I loathe those toys. Things like, loud-firing guns or things that come with whistles (I can’t tell you how many whistles I have thrown out over the years). It especially sucks when those kind of toys are given to toddlers who don’t listen when you tell them to stop.
Even though, Breya has asked for a marvelous microphone or a karaoke machine (she thinks she’s Victorious), she isn’t getting one. We just don’t have a house big enough for me to avoid hearing it. If her daddy wants to buy her one, that’s fine. He can keep it at his house. However, until she gets a TV in her room, she can’t have one.
